"yellin" poems
[Chorus:]
I make ******* insecure
Ah, I make ******* insecure
I make bitches's insecure
It not my fault that I rock you ****** world [x2]
[Verse 1]
Hold up let me catch my breath
Why you hoes jockin on me here gettin bread
Pockets stay fat like I just won the menu
Couldn't catch it open if I had no [?] click
He neva met a ***** like me
And he knew he couldn't have me
So he told his ***** to get like me
Miss pinky I'm rockin ****** world
Call me bird cause I can **** on any nighaa and his girl
Yea I'm cocky and ***** I got a reason
Name one chick set trends all season
Stay on my grind, cause you know yo girl the ****
And I'm not like cream, but I can get yo nigha wet
Everywhere I go I'm the center of attention,
****** tryna show off and get my attention
Did I mention
They call me miss distraction,
Cause I can split a ***** from his ***** like a fraction
[Chorus]
[verse 2]
Throw me my mic, no need for an intro
Falen don't act like you don't know
I mess it up stay jerkin, everyone must stare
My steeze so hot it can straighten your hair
Comin through like a raven,
My jerkin videos, stay on dudes pages
I'm that bomb nigha I'm nuclear
Don't call me
I'm like solar we stand out yea
***** we bright, skinny jeans
Yea ***** we tight yup yup that's right
So complex have the crowd restless
While I'm yellin out we the baddest (we the baddest)
No love honey
Slap ****** and take they money
I'm money hungry
**** so lovely
Flirt so EFF, ingggg DOPE .! !
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
***** *** ******* wanna talk ****
Cause I'm that *****
And don't call me a bad *****
Call me a average *****
I'm badder
I more than
You hoes be lacking
It's like I'm the teacher when I be rappin
My flow so sick, when I'm done they start clappin
I put a bullet through your chest
***** they up on me tryna **** with it
Tryna get up in my ******* like I'm some kinda hoochie
Don't **** a ***** ***** cause they all boogie boogie
Yea and I'm 2 fly To **** with you
No I'm 3 fly everbody know me know
Yea an I'm so fly they be on me, on me.
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Money money money
Thats all I wrote
I stay on top
Your the water I'm the boat
Alway a **** and never a ***
I stay with mo plus ****** plus dough
Young in the game but I ain't a little girl
It jus take ten nigaas to rock my world
Rock rock my world, yea rock my world
So, I want you you you plus you
Plus the boy back there lookin cute in the blue
(You kinda cute)
People hate me cause they can't do what I do
Mean muggin I laugh at you
I took you man then stole yo boo
Blah blah it's true
Heart so cold like a freakin igloo
Got all these nighas like boo hoo
And on these tracks I go cookoo
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Why are librarians always mean?
They act like they are the queen
of the library scene
They are in charge, that is true
they make that clear when shushing you
if only they actually knew
people only go to the library to pass through
they ***** and fuss all day
and treat children like their prey
they all turn into a cliche
if only there was another way
they are lonely crotchety old ladies
who took their dreams and turned them into maybes
some of them had wished to write
or edit famous books into the night
but alas here they are in old schools
screamin' and yellin' all day about the rules
I think that's probably why
they take pleasure in making children cry
Forever they'll sit at their desk
growing in old age grotesque
when you see a librarian make sure to scurry
unless you want to feel her wrath and fury
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
When you look at me
Do you look at me as an individual
or a stereotype?
Do you think of me as an independent person with personalities?
Or must I be the same as another because of my skin?
Who am I?
Am I forced to be a patriot of my birth country?
Am I forced to act like my own "kind"?
Who am I?
What must I do to prove?
What must I do to prove myself?
I am patriotic to America.
Not Korea.
I never have and never will.
But will people see me as an American or Korean?
I have lived more than half of my life in my home state Ohio,
but am I an Ohioan?
I want to go to West Point and serve my country.
Do people see that I have no other motives than loyalty?
Or do people see me as a spy?
I want to be an US Senator.
Will I be called the first Korean Senator?
Why can't I be me.
Why can't I choose who to be loyal to?
Why am I destined?
I have loved my country.
But why?
Why?
Please answer me why?
Why do you break my heart America?
You see me as a Korean,
but I never was a Korean.
I am full One-Hundred Percent,
Toby Keith Lovin',
Terrorist Hatin',
Semper Fi Yellin',
Flag Salutin'
Till Death do us part Patriot,
But yet,
You call me a foreigner.
You call me an outsider.
You call me an outcast.
I read US History,
I memorized the Pledge of Allegiance,
I know and love my country from
Jamestown to Now.
At school I am made fun of for being more patriotic than actual citizens.
But yet,
You deny me,
You say you don't know me,
You rejected me.
Why?
I gave my life to you.
Why?
I sacrificed my world to serve you.
Why?
Why do you do this to me?
I beg you!
Please do not look at me as a Korean.
Please do not look at me as an Asian.
Please do not look at me as a Foreigner.
Look at me.
Look at me,
as a Proud American.
I came here to be part of the great Melting ***
I came here for opportunities!
I came here!
I came here!
I am not a Korean.
I am!
A Proud American.
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
I just hate bein a goomba, if you couldn't tell.
I get stepped on all the time and hit by koopa shells!
Bowser's always yellin at me and telling me to go,
but he can't even stop that Super Mario!
King Koopa's laughin high up in his tower,
as he's pointin down at me.
Here they come with Fire Power!
Super Mario and Luigi!
I could'a been a man eater,
or even a koopa troopa.
Might'a been a bottom sea feeder.
I just hate bein a goomba.
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
Lord oh sweet Lord, why You gon'
n' chain me to this porcelain throne.
(Got me missin' drunken uncle's racist rants,
500 pound aunt's heavy pants,
grandpa's yellin' 'cause he can't hear...)
Stuck on the worse of toilet seats
while the family gorges itself n' eats.
(grandma starin' in all out fear
at cousin's piercin's n' tattoos,
sister rollin' eyes at decrepit views...)
No tattered paperback nor newspaper fo' me to read,
big o' slab of turkey n' p'tatoes waitin' fo' me to feed.
(mum been sweatin' in the kitchen
dad been swearin' 'bout religion,
lonely neighbor chuggin' nog...)
Here I am Lord, when will I get out?
food's gettin' colder n' I'd love to stuff my snout.
(little ones outside pettin' the dog,
others discussin' St. Nick,
knockin' on the bathroom door for a trick.)
Lord oh sweet Lord, how will I survive? You left no clues.
Instead, You come n' given me the Christmas toilet blues.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Used to smoke a pack a day,
now it’s just two cigarettes
in the evening time,
when the lady is in the shower
and after the ******
has been smoked.
I sit on the ledge of our patio,
legs stretched out
Exhaling long trails of smoke.
observing
the busy apartment complex.
Mainly blacks & Mexicans
with a dash of Apache Junction
white trash.
Two girls
in their early twenties
sit on a bench in the little courtyard
talking loudly.
gesturing wildly
about some ***** neither can stand.
Purple lightning flashes overhead,
illuminating
the courtyard.
Then it begins to sprinkle
And then it starts to rain.
A woman walks down the stairs from her apartment.
She’s barefoot and smiling,
head tilted up towards the sky,
taking in deep breaths
of the good rain smell.
I imagine she’s been waiting for this.
Waiting on the rain.
In her apartment.
It’s really started coming down.
She couldn’t light her cigarette,
the rain was dropping from everywhere.
Two children
run and skip down the sidewalk
with their mother running close behind.
Her arms, both of them,
full of mail, grocery bags, and a baby,
yellin at her kids,
“hurry, hurry, hurry up. C’mon, the mail is getting wet and I got Netflix
here, ********* move your *****
A man in a motorized wheelchair
Emerges from one of the halls
across the courtyard.
I watch his electric chair
buzz by on the sidewalk.
He was going for a full lap
of the place it seemed.
When he passed me, I saw
droplets of rain
breaking on his face and streaming down.
Grinning ear to ear
he winked one eye at me.
made me smile.
This is Arizona.
Rain in the summer is a gift.
Means a lot to us. All of us
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 1:00 PM UTC
I was walking along the brook,
landed in one of them corn mazes from the books.
I started running,
started funning,
'till I gone and ran into a corn stalk,
I hit it so hard I forgot how to talk,
I could barely walk.
It don't matter,
just started going faster.
Well I found my way to the end,
but across the field I saw a radish bend.
Ah well, I guess its the weekend,
and Id rather run the radishes than come to an end.
And I ran,
oh yes I ran.
I ran here,
I ran there,
in the sky,
nearly trampled a guy...
Yeah he was yellin',
at me,
I said whats up.
And then he says this, he says:
I own these here radishes,
Go on *** get outta mah FaRm.
Then, I dunno, I guess I was just really cool,
I was able to convince him, that this here, was my farm.
And that's the story of my farm.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
Creek
I call it a crick
when I was ten- no eleven
Maybe ten and a half
My dad worked as a mechanic....like I do now
I remeber he came home one day and kicked off his ***** workboots by the front door
His hands were always dirtier than a son-of-a-bitch
He always had grease and dirt under his nails when he got home
and would run them under hot water and glo-jo like I do now
Them hands were COVERED in scars
*....mine aren't that scarred yet
and I'm hoping they never will be
I got out of this town once and made it half way around the God **** planet
But I came back when aunt mary-lou died
the only thing I remember from that funeral
....the girl across from me was wearing a red thong
her name was Megan (I had a dog with that name once)
She was aunt mary-lou's friends **** *** stepdaughter
She had that look like
"I am way too good for this trailer park ********
And I smiled and thought
"I know you are"
*
Well my dad came home
To find out that I had broken the bb gun he got when he was fourteen
And instead of yellin' at me
or beatin' me
he told me to go get him a beer
and he let me have a sip
I thought he was gonna tear me up and down like a red headed step-child
Or put his cigarette out on my palm
But he didn't
He just sat there
and still to this day I wonder why I didn't get the usual
Truth is:
when I came back from getting his beer on that fateful day
I thought I might have seen my dad wiping a tear from his cheek
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
Vanity stole me
Vanity corrupted me
Vanity tranquilized me
Vanity disrupted me
These lines have me thinking wrong thoughts, thoughts that are of uncanny nature and vain thoughts of selfishness and unhealthy erotica.
Vanity took all the sanity away from the head, and left me alone, not even therapy can stabilize me, I rebuild my soul.
I'm out of my mind, and I'm yellin' out, vanity
...
Like a drug itself, these lines are like decaf and vanity is my addictive curse.
Addiction not to the drug, but to the feeling of such an intense self love, it eats you up inside, you take the substance to escape the sinful feeling.
Logic, and proportion, all dead.
Losing myself,
Get out of my head.
Get out of my thoughts.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
The cops got called at one a.m
An she's sitting on the front step
Smokin a cigarette wearing sunglasses
Hello officer he's inside
In the bedroom sleepin
Let me see what's under them sunglasses
A big black eye and her lip is bleedin pretty good
The cops run in stomping over and on Christmas presents
The kids are cryin Daddy, daddy!
Mommy what's goin on
Their comin to talk to daddy about him bein mad
Dad is a fighter though and takes the first cop
Right in the throat with a balled up fist
The second cop got him good with his nightstick
Straight to the gut
Daddy is layin there while the good beat him on the ribs
In chains they drag him out to the car
Cussin and yellin up a **** storm
Momma sittin there cryin her eyes out yellin
Baby I love you im sorry
I love you I'm sorry
Time is gone by
Things have called down
While the pigs are takin statements an ****
Right there in the trailer park I see that girl
Some construction workers daughter from west Virginia throws her glasses on the ground
And asks to talk to her lover
He cryin in the backseat
Locked up
she broke my heart when she cradled his bleeding head to her *******
Whisperin I love you baby
With all my heart
She kissed him on the lips
A good long kiss
A movie kiss
Tommorow is Christmas baby I'm gonna bail you out
No you won't baby
We got our rent to pay
There ain't never a passionate kiss in this trailer park
That don't end with both of em tastin blood
Christmas eve in Tennessee means broken teeth and ******
And cops givin out a whippin
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC
What you doin girl? I sez
--
Erry night
Out there
****** suckin run amuckin
Screamin yellin
never actually rebellin
--
Bashin yer head INTA brick walls
Tryin ta grab errybody boy by da *****
Cuttin yer wrists with razor blades!
Holy ****
Yer full insane!
OH DAD!
YE KNOW IM JES TRYIN TA FIT IN WITH ME PEERS
LIKE YA TAUGHT ME TO
.
JEST LIKE YOU DO!
------
I put down my newspaper
Full a
Wars drone airplanes bombers
Bankers ********* rings and corrupt
Politicians bankers businessmen
You know
All the real things
And I thought
She's right
We all
All of us
Just slaves!
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
NO!
I DON’T WANT MAGIC!
I CRY
HU HU HU
AI AI AI U U U
IT’S TOO MUCH
REALLY!
Sometimes good enough
also
a slice of Toasted bread
Put also some
Peanut Butter
Cheese n Hot Sambal
and a pickle on top
Oh what a CRISPY NIBBLE
to enjoy then
Before the breeze -
After the rain
Maybe also an Apple?
And a Nut?
Sun shines Bright
on the ICY
New harvested snow
See me Touch ?
MMM
WHAT A BITE WHAT A BITE
yes I like it
Gimme Physics
Satisfy my pie-crust
make it Equally
Robust
You know
My trajectory
is not that Bizarre or FAR
I NEED NO BALLISTICS
R UGETTN ME now
SLOWLY?
CRAZY?
MAYBE?
SUCH IS A
PROPELLIN NOZZULE
RIFILIN IN A BARREL
OH NO
not A JOKE
Really! ... neither A BAD BLOOD
BUT ITS GETTIN HARD
Holding these GOLDEN TIES
I MEAN
AHAHA
AM I MEAN ?
hihihiooo
When it’s time to say GOODBYE
or When it’s time to say
There he GOES AGAIiiiiiN
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY?
THE SAILING BOAT?
YEAH ?
I KNOW…
YEAH. SURE IT FALLS!
I MEAN
DOWN THE HORIZON?
OF COURSE
SURE I BELIEVE YOU
SURE THE WORLD IS STRAIGHT
SURE IT IS AS YOU SAY ME TRUE
BUT
MIRACLE MIRACLE
show me A MIRACLE
BUT
MAGIC O MAGIC
Show me A
UHM PUNCH OUCH!
SEE!
IT simply Blows US UP! (( AGAIN!
BEFORE U could HUNCH n PUNCH
BEFORE you would put
a DAMPER ON
and Your
Enchanting APPEARANCE inside
BEFORE I could RIDICULE You
yeah only by Yellin’ at you
STOP YOUR TOXIC YOLO N ****
FASTEN IT WITH A FAKE LOCK
OH WHAT A LOSS OF FIGHT
OH WHAT a delusive JOKE YO
at least tie IT REAL TIGHT
because
LIARS LIE
LIKE A Burning EYE AIII!
N invent CRY ME A RIVER EYE
AUCH it's HOT ….I TOLD YOU!
BEAUTIFUL is ANY Nature once TRUE
Don’t WHINE - what can YOU DO?
AT LEAST I LOVE YOU!
ITS NOT TOO BAD REALLY: Being a LIZARD
AND let it STAY THIS WAY as is
for a while
AS A SIGH FOR NOW
A SHY SIGH IN THE SKY !
SOUNDIN ALREADY SO BEAUTIFUL
SHYNESS COMES FROM MY SIDE
SIGHNESS FROM YOURS
Don't WORRY IT’S COOL- WE’RE A TEAM
YOU JUST NEED TO MAKE IT SOUND A BIT GRUMPY
AND WE LET iT disappear THIS WAY
OH YEAH!
such is A SIGH IN THE SKY
OH YEAH
THE SHY N A SICKENIN CRYING SONG
OF YOU AND I
LIKE I LIKE I
LAI LAI LAI AI AI AI HU HU HU U U U
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
*Murderous rampage avoided, I spare you the shame
But got ya crew duckin’ for cover with the troops I deploy
Yellin’ and shootin’ at each other, no longer a game
But more a rumble in the jungle, better run jungle boy
It’s Brotha Cyrus on the dock, I’m the loch ness
Scorchin’ the earth with all my hotness, see you sweat on the block
I’m the reason for lemonade stands, you better be chillin’
Population feelin’ the tension like a storybook villain
Robbin’ a pharmacy? Can’t afford medication?
Well pay the price to emulate cuz I ain’t givin’ advice
I ain’t a teacher but I educate, you speculate
How can a playa get any bigger with the lack of a vice?
Inspiration came from the West
Cause my writin’ is lyrical
The swagger came from the East
Come in and join in the feast
With heavy steps I walk the earth
Disturbin’ ya peace, you in danger
Anger eruptin’, showin’ greatness since birth
I feel like 20 million dollars, defyin’ the physics
Better behave in my mansion ‘fore I limit ya visits
Ya girl gave me her digits… my bad, terrible timin’
I'm half amazin' thanks to credible rhymin'.*
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice
or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie?
chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls
we all know you're full of ****
yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it
come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red
with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead
if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out
I'll never be stoppin ya
scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else
cause I'm seconds from droppin ya
an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon
just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon
in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire
but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Gin in the mo'nin
I just woke up
First thang I did
was puke my guts
This headache o' mines
feels mighty bad
bes' hangover
I ever had had
sun's hurtin' my eyes
neighbors are yellin'
last weeks trash
sho' is smellin'
To sober up
drinkin' heps my
thinkin'
Jimmy Beam on the side
Man, I gots to stop drinkin'
Good ole Jack Daniels
& his buddies too
Seem to have it out fo' you
sho' nuff they do
When you got those Hangover Blues
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out, what you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
And you're talking to me one on one
But you've become...
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
You come over unannounced
Dressed up like you're somethin' else
Where you are ain't where it's at
You see you're making me laugh out
When you strike your pose
Take off all your preppy clothes
You know you're not fooling anyone
When you've become...
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watchin' your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Chill out, what you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see...
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool,
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No no
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? (yeah, yeah)
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No no no
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out, what you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
And you're talking to me one on one
But you've become...
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
You come over unannounced
Dressed up like you're somethin' else
Where you are ain't where it's at
You see you're making me laugh out
When you strike your pose
Take off all your preppy clothes
You know you're not fooling anyone
When you've become...
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watchin' your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Chill out, what you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see...
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool,
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No no
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? (yeah, yeah)
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No no no
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
You've finally managed to make me believe you don't care as much as I thought you did
Yellin' when you get mad
Stompin' around the house
"Maybe I shouldn't care" rolls off your tongue
The statement that engraved a scar on top of my shattered heart
I may be fourteen but I still have feelings
you sit and sip your coffee as I look into your sad eyes
Ever since she left 4 months before, you've changed
Rationalizing yourself everyday stating you're over her and have moved on
I believe it, but do you?
Love drunk for the last 22 years, I can tell when you speak of her
you're words tumble and roar yet you never speak ill of her.
I've been reading your ****** expressions you can't tell me I don't know what you're feeling
when you're face is pretty much a buffet of emotion.
I'm sorry, that you're my father and I love you so much it hurts
I'm sorry I yell back but thats only because I'm short tempered
I'm sorry that I have anger issues and I say things I don't mean
I'm sorry you have to deal with me everyday
I'm sorry I'm moving with her,
I'm sorry that you can't be happy
I'm sorry I can't fix it.
I'm sorry.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Yea so uh this ***** thought
She played me ruin me
But'll be still bailin'
Even if they lock me in the penitentiary
Worry me ?naw im care free
She must sense jealousy?
Hatin' for what? Dumb *** ****
Since i let u in the yard
U used to be hard
Til ya put down to guard
Ya say im wrong n ****** another broad
But aint found nothin'
Just all in her feelin' and ****
Just cuz another chick likes my ****
Poetry is what i do
So why the **** would i play you?
Try to set a ***** up
But i caught ya on a slip
Choked up
now ya gaspin' for air
N if you die *****
I wnt even care and dare
Any muthafucka from ya family
To bring drama to me
Ill bring a graphic fatality in reality
My mood is chill
But fools take ya out ya character
So now the blood spills
Bodies chill i got no heart
***** we been off since the first start
Im yellin' **** life enticin strife
Now im stickin' to ya intestines like a knife
Ya dont know me **
I blaze a blunt then commence
To bust rounds
Leavin' bullet holes
Through out ya body killuminati
N ill be chillin' in Brazil with thick hottie
***** !!!!!!!!
GUESS whos back?
Its the villian in black
Quick **** all chit chat
Run to ya homies n homettes
Go ahead and make a death threat
I wont break a sweat
***** been overseas
I been blown up by IED-s
In the army ya cant harm me
Like honeys
They always swarm me
Its soldier in me ya cant stop me
Pop me
N still be talkin' ****
Til im in a casket though a *******
My raps is hazard
Approach with caution prepare
For danger
I aint no stranger
To deaths cells thrive on pathways of hell
Turn ya skins pale sail yeyo
I takin' no ****
Its the dawn of new millennium
New years baby i gotta new lady
So **** the past i let my shot gun blast
Yea i always get the last laugh
Its gauranteed so go ***** n hate me
Yall under me im above thee
So bow down ya ***** *******
I gotta new queen
Mary Jane fixed with *******
Make my thoughts go numb mayne
So suckas beg in pleas
When the bullets speed freely
Mobbin figures
This for my real ******
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
The
Look of disappointment in the enemy's face
is the reason for the opponent.
the reason
for the
race.
The wind and the animals
are
curious about
Each other - naturally.
Will you give me a break?
Yeah, just 'til now.
There's people in the central park
Heard screamin' "wait, not down!"
And over there's the health club
I don't see an entrance
I'm yellin'.
Said, I'm screaming towards remembrance.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
Charles D. Jay died on October 12, 2011
My great uncle
I never said one word to him my whole life
In the will he left my grandma everything
He was crushed after the death of his wife in 2010
And then the death of his dog Sandy in early 2011
Then like clockwork colon cancer
Walking into that house
The smell of coffee and old carpet
A smell I was all too flamiliar with
Growing up in Southern Baptist churches
You can't get away from stuff like that
He left it all in that house
Just packed in
Room after noon
Were talking about a little mansion here
He had a dining room and everything
Big old piano that he must have enjoyed playing
I took that old thing and loaded up all by myself in the back of a pick up and now its at home
In the middle of my livingroom
With drink circles and ash trays like at some club
Making it back to the house
I checked his study
Filled with books
And beautiful black vinyl records
Every single jazz musician from Dizzy to Armstrong
He had em' all the standards- the jivers-big band-street bands
Even the priceless club jam sessions
People clapping
And yellin
Hollerin'
Trumpets and sax
Foot tapping
Needless to say
I spent the rest of that night drunk on Charle's most expensive bottle of gin
Jazz records
Pulled from sleeves
On the couch
Covering the floor
Every record he had ever bought
That was his real funeral
Because I know if I died
I would want someone to listen through every song I ever loved
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
why me?
you know...
i was there.
from beginning to end.
through heaven and hell.
i done stupid.
but i cared.
seen sides of me..
i never thought you’ll see.
i reached out
many times
with no replies.
im juss so blind..
but lookin into your eyes.
you got me.
broke me.
told me you’ll leave me.
but you stayed.
and said..
im waiting for your feelings to fade..
why me?
maybe you were afraid
but you knew!
i loved you..
but thts not goin to make you stay
one day im ok.
next day im in tears
yellin in my pillow..
waiting for my heart to heal.
i prayed..
and asked god
why me?
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
it was exactly a week ago but it feels like
Waters have paused to ask directions from air and lava
And lava, in it's lost hots, slinking its way down Mount St. Helens
Couldn't hear water
yellin'.
It's still as if
there were no Mexico
and as if
you ceased to swallow the clanks
of arachnid 'where'd-ya-go's'
in favour of
where the wild river flows
This oval prose is not a rose
It's cheaper
and I'm tellin ya
Count the rocks connected on the second front of sidewalk and that's how you might forget
how much
it costs
to miss you.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
If Santa Claus snuck up on you,
would you be ready?
Don't look so haughty,
cause if you get caught bein naughty
Santa's gonna get you good, buddy.
Better shorten that list sonny.
He ain't much for greed.
Ask for a **** pony,
might get the whole stampede.
What would you do
If he snuck up behind ya,
leaned into your ear and whispered,
"I GOTCHA!"?
Better be on your best behavior.
Bein good should be your goal.
Don't think your slick. You best be careful,
unless you like bein given coal.
Look at you bein all ornery,
fussin and yellin, duckin and dodgin.
You ain't foolin no one but yourself by
sayin, "Santa ain't watchin."
You already know he's gonna write that one down.
Man, Santa's been watchin all year round.
But you did what you done, just know that he's knowin.
Welp, at least you'll be able to keep the fire goin.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
Can’t please nobody
Whatever I do
Everyone got somethin’
To tell me, it’s true
People keep yellin’
"Do this!
Do that!
But don’t even
Think about
Goin’ near that!"
Can’t please nobody
Though I try and I try
Sometimes I wanna
Jes' lay down and die
"You’d betta think
‘Bout what you gon’ do
Coz everything
Gonna come right back
On you!"
Can’t please nobody
Whatever I say
But livin’ in chains
Jes' won’t win me the day
I’m gonna break out
And be who I choose
Even if doin so
Give me the blues
I am a man
Who gon’ live my life free
Voices keep yelling!
S’no **** thing to me
Can’t please nobody
Whatever I do
Everyone got somethin’
To tell me s’true
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC